She always stays at this side of the road.
Sits in the coffee shop’s chair and watches the sky turns from light to dark.
Drinks her glasses of lemonade and reads some headlines in the newspapers.
She always waits there, in this side of the road.
Sits in the same chair, every single day.
Watches the same sky, every stupid minute.
Keeps on drinking the same lemonade, from the same glass, over and over again.
She’s always there.
Stands still.
Waits for a beautiful moment; where he passes by and says, “Hi… Is this chair taken?”
…and she says, “Nope… never… it’s yours..” Read the rest of this entry »
